Three Years!

My Constant

Three years or three hundred

it matters not.

I have known your touch

as a tree feels the

continual caress of the wind,

as the warmth of a

sunny day bakes the river bank

again and again,

as the ebb and flow of moon to ocean

your love has been a constant.

It is the song welling within

the chest of every thrush,

the brightness of color

upon every sunflower,

the rush of joy within

the wings of the soaring

red tail hawk,

the gentle kiss of dew

upon each warriors hidden grave,

so you grace my world.

You are the completion of my thoughts,

the soul of each poem yet unspoken,

three years or three hundred

you are the love,

the hearts blood,

the very breath of this lifetime.

.Wise Girl